Female bloodied paladin – Luis Royo style
| Model: Profantasy |
| Positive prompt: realistic, a vast lake of blood, an oil painting of a woman emerging from a (lake of blood:1.1) in hell, hades, (red skin:1.1), demonic woman, asian features, professional quality art by (Luis Royo:1.1), Artgerm, Jeremy Mann, Greg Manchess, Antonio Moro, (Extremely Detailed Oil Painting:1.2), Hand drawn, ArtStation, intricate details, sharp focus, dramatic, photorealistic painting art by midjourney and greg rutkowski, sharp contrast, many colours, serious face, smirking, <lora:Luis Royo and Woman v.2:0.8> Negative prompt: bad-hands-5 bad-picture-chill-75v badhandv4 ng_deepnegative_v1_75t (1) verybadimagenegative_v1.3 blurry, (low quality:1.1), gore, gross, ugly, unfocused, low resolution, (cartoon, anime:1.1), (abstract:1.1), 3d, (disfigured:1.21), (bad art:1.21), easynegative, (deformed:1.21), (extra limbs:1.21), (close up:1.21), (b&w:1.21), weird colors, signature, blurry, (duplicate:1.33), (morbid:1.21), (mutilated:1.21), (out of frame:0.9524), extra fingers, mutated hands, (poorly drawn hands:1.21), (poorly drawn face:1.21), (mutation:1.33), (deformed:1.33), (ugly:1.21), blurry, (bad anatomy:1.21), (bad proportions:1.33), (extra limbs:1.21), cloned face, (disfigured:1.33), out of frame, ugly, extra limbs, (bad anatomy:1.10), gross proportions, (malformed limbs:1.10), (missing arms:1.21), (missing legs:1.21), (extra arms:1.33), (extra legs:1.33), mutated hands, (fused fingers:1.10), (too many fingers:1.10), (long neck:1.33), video game, ugly, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, mutation, mutated, extra limbs, extra legs, extra arms, disfigured, deformed, cross-eye, body out of frame, blurry, bad art, bad anatomy, 3d render, (clothes, dress, silk, bra, panties, clothes:1.21) Settings: Steps: 40, Sampler: DPM++ 2M Karras, CFG scale: 7.5, Seed: 1996833881, Face restoration: GFPGAN, Size: 512×768, Model hash: 05f8d63154, Model: profantasy_v21, Denoising strength: 0.6, Clip skip: 2, Version: v1.2.1, Hires upscale: 1.8, Hires upscaler: ESRGAN_4x |
The dying sun, fiery and ruthless, casts its last rays on the battlefield, lighting up a landscape woven with death and destruction. Yet, amidst this arena of desolation, stands a figure as captivating as she is lethal: a warrior of breathtaking beauty.
Her garments, once luxurious and honorable, now appear in tatters, torn apart by the cruel dance of war. Her golden skin, though marred by bruises and scrapes, exudes a sort of wild sensuality, enriched by the sweat and blood of fallen enemies. Despite the pain and exhaustion, her sapphire eyes shine with fierce determination, as fiery as the flames of the battle from which she has just emerged.
Her hair, a tumult of ebony curls, falls in disarray on her forehead and shoulders, framing a face of regal bearing. Her ruby lips, despite being chapped and bloodied, express a mysterious and seductive ferocity. Her cheeks, sun-tanned and war-marked, are the canvas on which fatigue has drawn blurred lines.
The warrior still holds her sword in her hand, the reddish blade of her enemies’ blood reflecting the sunset light. It is an extension of her will, the materialization of her fierceness. Despite the battle being over, her grip on the sword remains firm; her fighting spirit has not yet waned.
Her body, agile and strong, recalls the grace of a panther ready to pounce. The tense muscles beneath the tanned skin are the testimony of countless battles fought and won. Her posture is that of a queen, majestic despite the shattered garments, irresistible despite the field of death that extends around her.
Despite the chaos and destruction surrounding her, despite the blood that stains her skin and clothes, the warrior embodies a cruel beauty, fierce and indomitable. She is a seductress and a destroyer, an angel and a demon, a war goddess who has triumphed over her enemies.
But it is in her gaze that her true power lies. Deep in her sapphire eyes, a story of courage and resistance, of love and hatred, of life and death, can be read. It is a gaze that has seen hell, yet has refused to yield. It is the gaze of one who has fought, suffered, and won. It is the gaze of a warrior.
When night falls, the warrior will stand alone in the midst of the battlefield. But she will not be afraid. She will feel neither loneliness nor despair. Because she knows that she has fought with honor and dignity. And in the heart of the night, under the starry sky, her beauty will shine even brighter, a beacon of strength and sensuality in a world of shadows.
